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Thursday's Homily for the Devout 2.

Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.

Wisdom-Light from the Master

"I love his silence.
His silence is my heart’s pole-star.

I love his voice.
His voice is my life’s only nectar.

I love his smile.
His smile is my divinity’s life.

I love his love.
His love is my Eternity’s All." -Sri Chinmoy


When Love Came Dancing

When Love came dancing,

I felt like I had entered Aladdin’s cave.

There the diamond necklaces and crystal gems,

Were of such bewildering beauty,

That my breath quivered and the Heart spoke,

Singing love-songs to the twilight moon.

When Love came dancing,

I was my Beloved’s puppet.

The spells weaved by the intimacy of our encounter,

Caused me to hop up and down like a drunkard,

Swinging with the joy of a thousand rhapsodies;

Erasing all the uncomely shadows in my Soul.

When Love came dancing,

I was a fluttering bird in need of restraint.

I thought only of doing uncanny things,

Throwing myself in flames of arid fire --

A worthy sacrifice,

For the glory of Her name.

O Light, my beautiful Light,

You washed away my veil of miseries.

Drowning in the sorrow of illusions,

I knew not the melliferous sweetness of Thy kiss,

Until my darkness vapourised and I became pierced,

With the honey-coated arrow of Thy Love.

Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 27th November, 2018.

O Light, my Beautiful Light


Awake, O Beautiful Soul! Fly!

O luster'd Light, O song-bird of infinity, die!

Die to the mundane ... this ephemeral shadow.

You have forgotten the splendour of rainbows;

Hid your fragrances in thorns, believing

Them to be roses, even while they pierce your Heart.

Awake, my Love, O beautiful Light! Fly!

-Manatita, 29th November, 2018.


O Love, Unlock This Prison-Cell of Illusion

Tossed and abused by the tides of life,

My boat swings – like a pendulum –

Between Light and darkness.

I have gathered my ignorance like treasures,

Locked them away in vaults,

Guarded by hordes of my own demons.

My constant pain, requires a surrender,

That I seem powerless to accede.

In this self-created realm of shadows,

I cling on to transitory pearls, lashing me

Against the waves of turbulence.

“O Love,” says Lantern imploringly.

“Unlock this prison-cell of illusion;

Show me the way to abiding joy.”

-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 1st October, 2018

~Awakening The Inner Light~

Wisdom-Pearls from the Master

"A blind man
Has a friend:

A poor man
Has a friend:

An aspiring man
Has two friends:
Joy and Conscience.

A God-realised man
Has two friends:
Heaven’s Pride and earth’s Gratitude.

A rich man
Has no friend,
Not even his soul." -Sri Chinmoy


© 2018 manatita44

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